Ill be your motivation

He had been searching for her - imagine the brute's surprise when she ran into him first. Aeron had been heading in her direction - but he wanted to see her, to be beside her should she need him. His eyes would widen ever so slightly, shocked that she seemed to be looking for him too. There was something off about her, something wild in her eyes that he had not seen before - and she... smelled like the cross wearing man that she had argued with at the meeting. Smelled heavily of him. He would contain the trembling of his lips, instead moving forward to embrace the russet female. His tongue would lap at her ear and the side of her face, hoping that he could get her to calm down, not knowing that he was probably riling her up.

"And vhat could la reine rouge need vith me?" He would ask, his voice smooth beside her ears. Although he tried to hold it at bay, smelling his seed on her made him incredibly jealous. She was his world - and she proved over and over again that he, to her, was nothing at all. And yet he would never turn her away. "I do 'ope, 'e did not make ze mistake of 'urting you, Sibelle." He was not one for rage, but he would take the bastard's balls without a hint of remorse if need be.